It is an excruciating burden

to absorb the heartache, the pain

of all those massacred;

for me to sit here in the luxury I live in

no matter how humble

or insignificant

I make myself

…the pain of history still weighs profoundly on my soul

 

For five hundred years

over one billion mothers and sons

have died for the comfort I now have

and my compassion feels responsible,

causing a halt to life

to reflect and cry silently

wondering if there is any reparation possible

paid from my own life

to help this horrible history I was raised from

 

And as I reflect

what always seems to hurt more

is the ignorance

the other people

who

benefit from history’s genocides

complain incessantly of the modern world pains

all to brand weak my anguish

of understanding too much

that we deserve nothing

 

 

af

 

 

(written with pen on paper)